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American Dream - текст песни



American Dream


(feat. Killa Kam (Cam'Ron), Mase Murda (Ma$E), Mcg)




[McGruff]


(check it, Yo!)


Crooked corrupted criminal crime boss with cream


cocaine hustler, blowing out the brains of busters


being my mansion, chilling inhalin the ganja smoke


counting mad cream, weighin tons of coke


guarded by thugs and rottweilers


I flood the streets with drugs and clock dollars


niggas get plugged when my glock collers


skunk smokers, philly and aisle ripper


cristal sipper, I've been a willy for awhile nigga


'Gruff got hoes, the man with all the nachos


expensive hot clothes, drop top Rolls


east coast west coast fiends overdose


'Gruff get the cream with my team and I'm ghost




[Murda Mase]


This money be temptin me, to jump out the MPV, empty 3


clips of hollow tips with no sympathy


since 14 I sold morphine for more green


kept open a nautica coat under the draw sting


and watched out for cops, squad cars, and beamerz


and laundry ninas


flea the country to Argentina


laid back in the beach (yeah)


coastin with commuters


smokin the buddahs, on the cruiseline boat to Aruba


for awhile yo, pump the vowel so, I can pile dough


then become a Harlem Kingpin just like Al Po'


get paid so, I can lay low, in San Diego


with yay-o so I can ship it out whenever I say so




[Chorus]


Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream


East Coast to West Coast you know what I mean


Whether its Uptown, Downtown you pick the scene


you gots to get your own scheme


We ain't splitin this cream




[Killa Kam]


Yo! Imma run hestrically, till they bury me, count numerically


hills of Beverly, more grands than cherokee


president like Eric B., and Rakim


Drug game I'm top ten, locked in , right now its not an option


and those who creep, got the Mac in the heat


they got the 5 inch screens in the back of the seat


and now they got to steady braggin


last year, had me saggin', wasn't ready when heavy


was back tossed me in the paddywagon


but ain't nobody out here stoppin love


cause we was 12 years old in the Cotton Club, poppin Bub


so Hall of Fame without the fortune, Goddamn you wrong


Killa kid Kama'Ron surviving in the Amazon




[BloodShed]


Yo! I leave you dazed and froze


with all kinds of amazing flows


money surrounded I counted with bathing with Asian Hoes


back home niggas is after me


I'm back to sea sippin daquiri's


coke factory, fiends baggin up crack for me


from cutting up rocks to investing in stocks


nautica yachts, and k Nots busting outa my socks


now thats bloods play the chub


all the ladies love me, they hate who made me hubby


behind my back they say my babys ugly


each night I sleep, with freaks with Lamborghini, jeeps


neighbors be sneaking peeks, how my semen leaks, between the sheets


mess up my loot, I cut your collars, Juan


cause these is modern times, and the only thing I see is dollar signs




[Chorus]


Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream


East Coast to West Coast you know what I mean


Whether its Uptown, Downtown you pick the scene


you gots to get your own scheme


We ain't splitin this cream




[Big L]


Check It!


To be sittin clean, in the mean beams is every teams dream


Big L's a Cream Fiend, with more green than Springsteen


yo know I'm crazy quick to smack a groupie


I'm known to mack a hoochie, do I got stacks of lucci? (absolutely)


Harlem Kids is known for felonies, and sellin keys, pushin 300z's


Gee-Es- 3's, and puffin trees, these Gees breeze while Dee-Tees


be yellin freeze, we stash cheese while keepin pockets full of centuries


Aye-Yo I'm set for the rest of my life


Some clown that laid the threat cause I had sex with his wife


I stuck my tool to his brain, so that fool can get slain


nigga, yo' bitch choose me, you know the rules to the game




[Chorus]


Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream


East Coast to West Coast you know what I mean


Whether its Uptown, Downtown you pick the scene


you gots to get your own scheme


We ain't splitin this cream




Yea What?


Harlem on the Rise


Blood shed


Killa Kam


Six Figures


Cee-O-Cee


Chuck Blassie


My Man man Mase, the Bad Boy


uptown


McGruff


Big L


139


NFL


14



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